Th' dark days keeps my cheerfulness from "The Quiet Courage," Stewart & Kidd Co., Cincinnati, Ohio. Everard Jack Appleton GLADNESS A coal miner does not need the sun's illumination. He carries his own light. HE world has brought not anything To make me glad to-day! The swallow had a broken wing, And after all my journeying But yet somehow I needs must sing Dusk falls as gray as any tear, I need not for these robes of mine But happenings remote and fine Like threads of dreams will blow and shine And I was glad from birth. So even while my eyes repine, Anna Hempstead Branch, From "The Shoes That Danced, and Other Poems," IT WON'T STAY BLOWED It is easier to fail than succeed. It is easier to drift downstream than up. But just as pent steam finds an escape somewhere, so will the man who persists break at one point or another through confining circumstance. To the sniffing pickaninny once his good old mammy "Yo' lil' black nose am drippin' from de cold dat's in yo head, An' yo' sleeve am slick and shiny like de hillside when it snows. Why doan' you pump de bellers from de inside ob yo' nose?" "Ain't I been," the child replied to her, "a-doin' ob jes' dat Twel I's got a turble empty feel right whur I wears muh Bat? De trafic soht o' nacherly keeps gittin' in de road. it won't stay blowed. "What's de use ob raisin' chickens ef dey won't stay riz? What's de use ob freezin' sherbet ef it won't stay friz? What's de use ob payin' debts off ef dey's gwine stay owed? What's de use ob blowin' noses ef dey won't stay blowed?" This old world is sometimes jealous of the chap who means to rise; It sneers at what he's doing or it bats him 'twixt the eyes; It trips him when he's careless, and it makes his way so hard What's left of him is sinew, not a walking tub of lard; But it's only wasting effort, for by George, the guy keeps on When his hopes have crumbled round him and you'd think his faith was gone, Till the world at last knocks under and it passes him a crown: Once, twice, thrice it has upset him, but What cares he when out he's flattened by the cruel blow it deals? He has rubber in his shoulders and a mainspring in his heels. Let the world uncork its buffets till he's bruised from toe to crown; Let it thump him, bump him, dump him, but he won't stay down. St. Clair Adams. THE RAINBOW Our lives are not a hodge-podge of separate experiences, though they sometimes seem so. They are held together by simple things which we behold again and again with the same emotions. Thus the man is what the boy has been; the tree is inclined in the precise direction the twig was bent. The Child is father of the Man; Bound each to each by natural piety. William Wordsworth. THE FIRM OF GRIN AND BARRETT It has been said that when disaster overtakes us, we can do one of two things-we can grin and bear it, or we needn't grin. The spirit that keeps a smile on our faces when our burden is heaviest is the spirit that will win in the long run. Many men know how to take success quietly. The real test of a man is the way he takes failure. TO financial throe volcanic N° Ever yet was known to scare it; Scared the firm of Grin and Barrett. From the flurry and the fluster, From the ruin and the crashes, They arise in brighter lustre, Like the phoenix from his ashes. When the banks and corporations Quake with fear, they do not share it; Smiling through all perturbations Goes the firm of Grin and Barrett. Grin and Barrett, Who can scare it? Scare the firm of Grin and Barrett? When the tide-sweep of reverses Smites them, firm they stand and dare it, Without noise or demonstration. Who can scare it? Scare the firm of Grin and Barrett› When the other firms show dizziness, Here's a house that does not share it. Who can scare it? Scare the firm of Grin and Barrett? From "Songs of the Average Man," Lothrop, Lee & Shepard Co. Sam Walter Foss. CHALLENGE Napoleon is reported to have complained of the English that they didn't have sense enough to know when they were beaten. Even if defeat is unmistakable, it need not be final. A battle may be lost, but the campaign won; a campaign lost, but the war won. LIFE, I challenge you to try me, Doom me to unending pain; Shatter every dream I've cherished, Fill my heart with ruthless fear; Thus I dare you; you can try me, Permission of Jean Nette, |